Coping strategy for when you are trapped in conversations with obnoxious people:
1. Pick a spot nearby, around eye level, preferably a small object. That is now the camera. 2. When they say something you just cannot stand, look directly into the camera like you’re on The Office 3. Repeat as often as needed
This is me, Eliza Thornberry, part of your average family. I’ve got a dad, a mom, and a sister. There is Donnie - we found him. And Darwin, he found us. Oh yeah, about our house - it moves, because we travel all over the world. You see, my dad hosts this nature show, and my mom shoots it. Okay, so we’re not that average. And between you and me, something amazing happened… and now I can talk to animals. It’s really cool, but totally secret. And you know what? Life’s never been the same.
When you haven’t watched this show in literally 7 years and can still read this in your head in her exact voice, and remember what parts to emphasise…
"I made this book for a friend’s mom, who is a painter. The cover is completely upcycled from a secondhand leather skirt! The strap is actually the old waistband of the skirt— can you tell?
Secondhand leather. Watercolor. Hand-torn pages. This book is very “Kitty Cat Stevens.” It’s a huge amalgamation of pretty much everything I’ve learned about bookbinding. Like when you think about it, this book took me six years to make. I’ll just let that sink in.” Read More »
Brian doesn’t answer, electing instead to push Justin’s shirt up far enough so he can press his cheek to Justin’s bare stomach. Then he reaches up and pulls Justin’s shirt over his head, effectively cocooned in a warm, Justin-smelling place of whiteness. Justin absently puts his hands over Brian’s cotton-covered head. Brian wiggles his toes against the chilly wood flooring.
“Brian,” Justin says after a while.
Brian hmmphs. He’s thinking about the fact that the next thing to go is going to be his computer.
“Can you hear the baby’s heartbeat?” Justin whispers.
Brian’s head snaps up. He gets a little tangled in the t-shirt and when he finally manages to bat it away, Justin is wheezing with laughter, covering his face with his hands.
“Oh my fucking God,” he giggles, “Your face, Brian, oh my God.”
“You fucking weirdo,” Brian says. He digs a finger into Justin’s side and Justin snorts, slapping his hand away. “You total fucking weirdo,” Brian repeats, intent on getting this point across sufficiently.